In the summer of 1993, I took the green train bound for Dongguan with three hundred yuan in my pocket.
I thought I was going to pan for gold, but I bumped into a disappearing green snake in the carriage.
The strange girl gave me a wooden sign and left only one sentence:
Don't trust people wearing black jackets. If someone knocks on the door at night, don't open it.
As soon as I stepped into Dongguan, I realized that this place is not a paradise, but a hell where people eat people without spitting out their bones.
Black intermediaries, fake security guards, weird electronics factories, secret doors hidden in warehouses...
Everyone is grabbing the wooden sign in my hand.
They say this sign can open a deadly door.
And I was an arranged chess piece from the beginning.
This way down south, you can get in, but you may not be able to get out.
